You cannot quite live together and cannot manage apart, so you circle each other in a tight, airless loop and mistake the intensity for depth. Every reconciliation doubles as a relapse, and the wreckage keeps getting rebuilt into something you call a home.
The dependency is mutual and total, which is what makes it so hard to leave. Each of you is the other's wound and the other's bandage, and pulling free would mean surviving without the very thing that keeps hurting you.
The music coils in on itself, dense and airless and strangely magnetic. Circular figures, a low churn, a pull that keeps dragging the track back to the same charged knot instead of letting it open out.
This is the arc at its most entangled and self-devouring. Play it when you recognise the loop and cannot, yet, imagine stepping out of it.